Review – Hot Cop by Laurelin Paige and Sierra Simone

Oh, Officer Kelly… you can arrest me anytime that you want. I do mean anytime.

I cannot say how much I enjoyed this book! I laughed until my sides hurt. I swooned and fanned myself regularly while I was reading. Chase Kelly is the hottest, yummiest cop around. And dirty. He is just so dirty! That made this book even more fun to read. It’s no wonder that they call him Officer Good Times. But times for Chase are a’changing.

We meet Livia Ward when she is at the beginning of a personal crisis – in a year she will be 30, and of course, life ends at the ripe old age of 30. As lucky would have it that morning, Livia meets police officer Chase Kelly under some rather unusual circumstances. Still the attraction between is instant and Chase wants nothing more than to give Livia the naughty librarian the Kelly Trio. Sex the alpha Kelly way. No strings attached. When Livia presents Chase with a proposition of her own that will fulfill both their needs, Chase figures why not have his cake and eat it too? These two certainly were not expecting their relationship to take the turn that it does. It’s a month filled with dirty words, broken rules and the most incredible action packed sexual adventure of their lives. It’s also a month filled with revelations, insecurities, and fears. Could it be that Chase must finally face that he doesn’t want just to be known for his sexual prowess and is finally ready to reach for something more?

I liked Livia so much. There were plenty of moments that I cheered her on and then wanted to shake her. Livia wants things to go in an orderly fashion. She’s made a plan and will stick to it come what may. What was she thinking when she thought that Chase would fit into her plans so easily and then be discarded? He changes her, excites her and moves her like no one else has done before. It was fun watching the stiff, straight laced lady become the passionate risk taker at the hands of Chase Kelly.

Laurelin and Sierra have created some awesome stories together. This was a joy to climb into! An absolute scorcher that I didn’t want to end. The laughs and sexy banter between Livia and Chase kept me coming back for more. Hot Cop is so well written and has just the right amount of angst, humor and yes, filthy moments. It’s playful, sinful and thoughtful. I loved it. Well done, ladies. Very well done!

You have the right to use my body to give yourself a delirious, life-changing orgasm.

If you have trouble…don’t worry, I’m a bit of an expert in that department.

There’s nothing ‘thin’ about my blue line, if you catch my drift, and trust me, I know how to put those handcuffs to good use.

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Livia Ward wants a baby before she’s thirty. And even though Officer Chase Kelly is exactly the kind of cocky jerk this librarian has sworn off, he is undeniably hot. Both of them think they can give each other what they want–a few nights of fun for Officer Kelly, a no-strings baby for Livia–but this hot cop is about to learn that sex, babies, and love don’t always play by the rules.

I’m at the steakhouse fifteen minutes early, which is on time in Chase Kelly’s book. I’ve never been late for work or a date a single time in my life; in fact, I’ve always been early, which is a point of pride for me. And Livia walks in at seven on the dot, something that endears me to her immensely, although the moment I register that I, Officer Kelly, am charmed, my mind goes blank.

Just blank.

There is nothing but her.

She walks in on heels that make her legs a mile long, her long hair down in a tumult of soft waves. The maître d’ helps her take off her checkered wool coat, and then I.

Am.

Speechless.

My heart hammers up in my throat as the blood pools deep in my groin. She’s wearing a bright red dress—so fucking short that I’d be able to finger her easily if we were in a booth, which we tragically aren’t. The red sets off the warm undertones of her bronze skin, highlights the deep brown of her eyes. The lines of it hug the delectable curves of her tits, which are just small enough that she can get away without wearing a bra.

My cock thickens as she begins walking toward me, and I can verify that she is definitely not wearing a bra. Oh God, what if she’s not wearing panties either?

I bite back a groan and push back my chair to greet her as she comes to our table, tugging the hem of my sweater down in one smooth move as I unfold myself to help disguise the effect her presence has on me.

As I step forward to greet her, I notice the color high in her cheeks and the way her teeth dig into the soft coral of her bottom lip.

She looks nervous.

That gives me pause. I don’t mind a woman meeting me cold or shy or overly eager, I don’t even mind a case of the first date jitters—since first dates are pretty much all I go on, I see a lot of those.

But nervous—truly nervous—that bothers me a little. Do I make her feel unsafe? Is it my size? My job?

In a split second, I change gears. I can be patient when it comes to the Kelly Trio, and I find that the idea of wooing my nervous little librarian on date after date doesn’t sound tiresome at all…it sounds delightful, actually. A challenge. A test to see if I’m worthy enough to remove all traces of trepidation from her face and fill her expression with eagerness and surrender instead.

And get more time with this fierce, sweet bookworm all to myself.

I lean in to kiss her cheek, careful to angle our bodies so that I don’t press against her with six feet, two hundred pounds of hungry cop. Instead, I anchor her with a firm hand at her elbow, pleased to feel the goose bumps that spread underneath my touch. And then I brush my lips against her cheek, making sure she can feel them, making sure she gets just the tiniest brush of my scruff as I accidentally-on-purpose slide my jaw against hers as I pull away.

She shivers.

I look down into her eyes as I straighten up, and I’m suddenly aware that I’m supporting a lot of weight in my hand, as if her knees are weak from my kiss.

Well done, Officer Good Times!

Her eyes are wide, the pupils so blown and her irises so dark that her eyes are just huge liquid wells of want, and I feel a familiar tug in my groin knowing that I put that look there.

“I forget how big you are,” she murmurs, her head tilted up to look into my face.

I give her my biggest grin and open my mouth, but she cuts me off before I can say it, shaking her head. “I know, I know. I walked right into that one.”

But the ghost of a smile flits across her lips as I help her into her seat and push in her chair.

When I sit across from her and we start looking at our menus, I notice the smile has vanished and the nervous look is back, along with a determined set to her shoulders. The combination of uneasiness and backbone intrigues and worries me at the same time.

“I don’t know what Megan told you,” I say, “but I don’t bite.”

She looks up from the menu, her teeth back to digging into the plump flesh of her bottom lip.

“Well,” I amend, staring at her mouth, “sometimes I do bite. But only when I really, really want to.”

USA Today and New York Times Bestselling Author Laurelin Paige is a sucker for a good romance and gets giddy anytime there’s kissing, much to the embarrassment of her three daughters. Her husband doesn’t seem to complain, however. When she isn’t reading or writing sexy stories, she’s probably singing, watching Game of Thrones or The Walking Dead, or dreaming of Michael Fassbender. She’s also a proud member of Mensa International though she doesn’t do anything with the organization except use it as material for her bio. She is represented by Rebecca Friedman.